04. ROOTS

we hold hands like old trees that have grown too close
a tangled knotted nest of rotted roots that choke
the veins that eek their way through the dirty soil
that bears them out of duty to their [bad word] child

this song's own belonging is lost on me
a sort of unnerving answer to your melody
a shoddy patchwork cut and paste memory
baby leave the hearts you break and love the life you made with me

and we'll sing
oh no, no